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Drabbles - 100 words Musings and reflection Poetry Prompted

Last Ride. Except not, really.

by Trish / 15/04/2021

My eyes are burned from staring too intently into the light. I need the dark to soothe me a bit, to wrap me up and tell me it’s alright to be low to be blue to be less for a while. I don’t want to be more than this. That suggests I can get ahead of it somehow, that I can be larger than it feels When all I feel is overwhelmed. No matter how many sunsets are counted Sometimes…

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Followthrough – January

by Trish / 26/03/2021

JAN 21 – BOOKSTORE “You can’t just play catch-up like that you know. These things always turn out better if they are allowed to happen organically. What if you just started on the prompt closest to today’s date and continued from there?”“Because I fucking love bookstores, okay? Besides this is my time and I get to spend it how I like.” I am not the reader I was. Perhaps that could be said of anything, that I am not as…

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Predawn Ramble

by Trish / 25/03/2021

I kept dreaming you were dead. You are, so that makes a certain amount of sense. My brain getting me used to the idea regardless of how much I will never ever be used to the idea. In all of my dreams, it has been too late to say anything, you were very obviously dead. It wasn’t even a matter of there being things I wanted to tell you and lamented the inability, the loss of connection, my subconscious was…

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Strawberries

by Trish / 20/01/2021

I would like to write like a strawberry. All bright red sweetness with stems that run all over when left to their own devices. Self starting, self seeding, self aware that they can be wild, even when tamed. There is nothing better than the best ones, when all factors combine, align and create something that seems both a miracle and inevitable.…

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December 25 – Dreams

by Trish / 26/12/2020

I don’t think of those things that are tangible as being dreams. I never really have. I don’t dream about being a writer, I just am, even when I’m not. It’s not an intangible thing. It feels ridiculously concrete given it’s ethereal nature. No, dreams are that which are all and nothing simultaneously. But this is me. When I go to sleep, I dream. They are vivid, active, and I come back with them mostly intact. Strangely incorporeal, and yet…

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Musings and reflection Poetry Prompted Self-Realization

December 21 – Longest Night

by Trish / 21/12/2020

I was a different person then, and so the expectation that I should write the same,work the same, be the same, is silly. Within the same breath, I am still me, Perhaps just moreStill. I sat up late with the spirits,Welcomed the long night at 3:02 am my time.We were quiet together, I think they save the most raucous storiesFor when I sleep. Because that’s the timeI don’t stop myself from feeling everythingAnd anything really is possible. The trees outside…

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December 19 – The Depth of the Sky

by Trish / 20/12/2020

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The best clothes have good pockets, I think the same could be true of the sky.A simple design that allows it to tuck away stars it doesn’t need until later, which could be thousands of light years, give or take. But this is taking for granted that I am speaking of the night sky, because in the dark, depths are unimaginable, there is no strict definition to surroundings, the world ensconced in a hazy shadow of time and space memory.…

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December 18 – A poem I wish I’d written

by Trish / 18/12/2020

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It’s you. You’re just so so good, even when you don’t think that could be true. Perhaps that’s when, most of all. How blinded to your own light you can be, the intrinsic nature of your existence seems so obviousBut it’s hard to see out when you’re in it. You’re poetry, plain and simple, the way the words sift themselves into something more than their simplest meaningIn that space on your tongue where your heart and mind collide. You invite…

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Musings and reflection Poetry Prompted Self-Realization

December 15 – Resonance

by Trish / 15/12/2020

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Tuning forks come to mind. But then thoughts just radiate from there.(ha!) I am surrounded by hum. I am comprised of hum.As are you. And now I’ve ended up in a place where I consider how delightful it is to write something that resonates, and the darkness that goes along with that. It is empowering to feel relevant, to have contrived to create something that other people look at and say, ‘omg I know this thing! I feel this thing!…

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December 14 – Watercolour

by Trish / 15/12/2020

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There is a sense that nothing is real, here. This is but a reflection in a pond, surrounded by a garden of plants mostly indiscernible with regard to anything except shapes so vague, we rarely agree on what they represent. Perspective shifts with the tides, leaving us guessing as to whether it’s a mermaid or a seal When all the time it was both. Limited by vision I believe everything I see! used to be the rallying cry of the…